Hello all,
This tale is from about 15 years ago when I used to get the train to work.
Each morning I would rather glumly smoke a cigarette in the station car park as I dreaded the prospect of another day of work. One morning I noticed a rather gorgeous lady join me for a cigarette- about 15 years my senior, brunette, 5’5, slender, deep dark brown eyes and perfectly toned legs.
I acknowledged her with a smile. Over the course of the next few months the smile transformed into a “hello”, an introduction, enquiring about each other’s day or weekend and a general polite conversation and a laugh.
After each interaction I’d see her on the opposite platform, one of us would wave, my eyes would linger and we’d set about our respective commutes.
One morning, bitterly cold, blizzard like conditions we stood in our now customary morning meeting spot and realised that the swathe of cancelled trains meant that we wouldn’t be going to work today.
We walked out from the station and we both turned the same direction she joked “are you following me?”, “Obviously, who wouldn’t?”, I replied.
She smiled, laughed and carried on our wander. As we got to her house, “maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?” I said as I went to trudge the remaining 10 or so minutes of my journey home.
“Fancy a coffee? You must be freezing”
I stopped, wondered briefly if it might be more than a coffee. “Course it won’t you idiot”, I thought but the desire to find meant I couldn’t refuse the offer.
Her house was grand, I saw her wedding photo on the wall of the hallway, pictures of her children which painted a picture of her life that I had not really ever contemplated. I followed her lead and hung my jacket on the hook and joined her in the kitchen.
“See, it was just a coffee” I thought as she created reached for the water filter to fill up a swanky coffee machine.
We consumed our coffee in the lounge on a plush, black leather sofa. Whilst I was certain it was just a coffee, I noted she often touched my thigh and the gap between the pair of us seemed small but I thought I was over analysing things.
As I finished my coffee, I leaned across her to place my cup on the table. As I placed the cup down, there was a a brief pause, her deep brown eyes locked on mine. She placed her hand upon my face and leaned in to press her lips on mine.
The next few seconds were a blur. My mind trying to process the situation, pulse raced as our tongues intertwined. My hand upon her black tight clad inner thigh as my nails lightly racked slowly beneath her skirt.
Her arms wrapping and locking around my neck, she pulled herself up, eased me back into the sofa as she straddled me.
The second she mounted me I remember becoming instantly rigid. The sight of her clothed and astride me was like a lightning bolt through my shaft and I was aware of how thick, swollen and rigid I had become.
That state wasn’t unnoticed and as she teased and ground her hips into mine as she pulled her blouse up and over her head to reveal a bright pink, lacey bra. Her hands fumbling behind her back to unclasp her bra, slowly gliding it down her arms to reveal her humble, perky breasts with long, thick and stiff nipples. I had never felt so uncomfortable.
She leant forward to claim another kiss as she began to unbutton my shit, our lips breaking as she expelled a “fuck yes” as the initial few buttons of my shirt revealed a hairy chest. The fingers worked faster to liberate me of my shirt as she worked her fingers through my chest hair and her nails dug firmly into upper chest.
She stood up. Took my hand and intimated she wanted me to join her, she slowly pulled my zip down as I undid my belt, hooked my thumbs inside my boxers and dropped my clothes to the floor and stepped out of them revealing my arousal springing to attention.
“Look at him” she extolled as she cupped my tight, heavy hanging cum laden balls. I hitched her skirt, and tore at the gusset of her dark tights to reveal a matching pink lacey pair of knickers.
I sunk back in the chair, taking her hand keen for her to resume the position she had been in before. She straddle me, her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft as she gripped the base and massaged the head against her clit through the material of her knickers, my precum soaking into the material as she leant back to peel those knickers to the side reveal her gorgeous, tight, immaculately smooth pussy.
She bore down on me, she felt slick. The heat booming from her married pussy was intoxicating. My bulbous cockhead tightly pressed against her resistance before that familiar ‘pop’ as I burst through the resistance and sunk up inside her. I groaned in relief to be inside her, as she gasped and then shared that it took her breath away as she planted her hands upon my chest as she slowly worked back and forth until she was tightly compressed on my balls. I was in dreamland, knowing I was larger than her husband excited me and I was using all of my discipline to not immediately flip her over and pound her.
I reached out to brush her sensitive clit as she rode me. All the while her pace, intensity and urgency rose. My hand infrequently breaking contact with her clit to spank her arse and urge her to ride me harder, use me for her pleasure and urge her to cum over me.
The dynamic began to change. She was obviously getting close, her hands placed on my shoulder as she began to bounce forcefully upon my cock. She glided imperiously along my shaft as her wetness immersed. Her chest become pink and flushed, breathing laboured as she let out a chorus of moans before briefly slumping upon me.
She climbed off me, pulling her tights and knickers down to the floor. She walked across the room and knelt on the floor and leaned into the armchair. I sat in awe as I admired her diminutive frame and peach of an arse as she leant into the chair. She looked over her shoulder and said “come here, I am not finished with you yet”.
It was music to my ears. A chance to use my 6’6, powerful frame upon her. I stood behind her, squatted down and arrowed my swollen cock back inside her. I was glistening in her juices and I could smell the sweet scent she had already left upon me.
She moaned again as I firmly plunged deep inside her. She felt so intensely tight. My large hands on her tiny waist as I rocked back and forth firmly, gliding my shaft back and forth like a piston in a well oiled machine, my bulbous cockhead butting up against her cervix with each thrust. Those thrusts intensified when she said “use me like the married slut I am”.
The words alone almost made me lose my mind. I pulled upon her brunette locks, arching her back as I thrusted wildly. I felt like a wild animal as each inbound thrust engendered those familiar wet sounds and my heavy balls audibly slapped against her.
The situation and her words were too much, I knew I was fighting a futile battle and I needed to cum. I shared my urge to cum inside her tight married cunt, as I pumped my rigid shaft inside her. Each thrust feeling intense and hurtling me rapidly to the point of no return.
“Not yet, cum on my face and treat me like the slut I am”.
She absolutely destroyed me with those words. I clasped her shoulders and treated her briefly like a rag doll. Totally and selfishly focused on my release, her vagina temporarily like a flashlight to me as I pumped, pushed and thrusted until the last possible moment.
I deeply growled an “oh fuck” as I hurriedly withdrew and she eagerly spun around, sat on the floor using the armchair to prop herself up. I stroked my meaty shaft furiously before I let out a deep growl. It felt like a firecracker had been let off as my seed released from my now tightened balls and tore through my shaft.
I was, for a nanosecond, paralysed by total pleasure as my first spurt of cum propelled out of exposed cockhead and splashed against her face. The second burst out even more powerfully and boomed out up and over her head, landing upon the leather armchair before a succession of ropes and a stream of cum splashed upon her cheek, chin, neck as they cascaded and hung from her face and dropped down on to her breasts.
She leaned forward to tenderly suck my now swollen, spent and battered cock. Her velvety tongue carefully caressing me as she ensured that every remaining drop was savoured.
It was just the beginning of 6 months of infrequent encounters, experienced many things with her and we shared secret smiles on the rare occasion I’d see her in the supermarket with her husband.
So, the moral of the story. Always return a smile, you never know where it may lead.
Thank you for reading. Any kind words or introductions in dm would be welcome - be nice to get chatting.
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